Mental or 'Religious Possession'

I was watching a film I thought it was a horror one. It was about horrible nuns' crimes committed in the last 80's and early 90's. I actually was facing with a Documental about a demon's possession and Rome's lectures about how Satanic possession is for them.
I think this is an extreme of a complicated situation (made so by them,too).
 All kind of human and artificial sciences should be considered equally as any other religious methods. The same must be done with psychology, psychiatry, and the other sciences or pseudo sciences (in case they help to achieve a good objective: to help human being or the person suffering from that illness or whatever they have).
Everybody has a past, a social hidden drama (a huge one in this case) and it does not mean they must have been 'possessed', if that exists. They 'think they are possessed' because that was they were told and taught.
Think about this: Do you think if they were not from Latin-Spanish originis, but from other Anglo-Saxon or let's say, Norwegian or completely atheist background, would they do exactly the same? I don't think so. Could have been her subconscious mind together with some drugs or punishment situations she din't liked very much? I just leave a logical idea for reasoning...
Madammes et Monsieurs! It's society! It's money and it is the Religion (or religions, in case we are dealing with any other destructive or  ones)!   Undoubtelly.
Remember Christ and good religions played with LOVE, FORGIVE, and even more things related with positive things we haven't reached, so don't believe anything you watch, see, live or whatsoever: Follow your heart and mind. Follow your natural Spirit and Pray in Liberty!
May God or the Universe, or even the positive force you believe in, helps you all your live!!

BR,

Netflix: The Devil Inside. (Insurge Filmes).

'Bowie's gone to Space'

I had found the entire album in a cassette my aunt had given me one day in the early 90s.
It was a collection of Bowie’s best classical songs. It was one of the first artists and musicians I understood and liked, listened to during autumn and winter time periods, and also shared with my colleagues in high school, when I had my first high speed double tape deck. It took a long time to make some copies, but I used to do my homework while I listened to that sound similar to “The laughing gnome”.
David had an awesome voice, good rhythm and an excellent repertoire, amongst many other unforgettable characteristics I have found recently via Youtube –through some videos I had never seen before, like those about Space Oddity-.
I had also watched a Sci-Fi film where he appeared as a fan's  phenomena (now it would be a super-friky phenomena for a few or perhaps for millions of followers, who knows).
In that movie, vampires, modern computers, special forces and the own UK’s government and its conspiracies took place at the same time. It was a quality good one for the time it was realized. If someone knows what was the title, please, remember me which was its title. Thanks!
Then, the ‘for-ever-in-my-mind’ childhood movie 'Labyrinth' (Jim Henson, 1986) where he holds that baby and cares for him, making his sister to be into a double labyrinth: her own and the unreal one; she and her brother’s love. I think Bowie didn’t expect to be so famous here.
Now, he has gone. He was such an artist! I can’t believe it. Anyways, 'she's got medals!' I listened to his album with enthusiam and delight, though it sounded 'heavy': I think he pronounced a very special English, with accents in its place, whilst the band was marching down the streets of London or any other city. Then, that feeling of being able to synchronize the voice with any instrument, sound, and having the ability for playing with his own image, breaking man vs woman prototypes, was incredible for me, when I watched some videos about Space Odity versions that never were put on TV. Magnificent. I din't know this great man was sick! 'Let's dance', nothing else to say. Rest in peace.

Poem: "No Galaxies and Wars"

"No Galaxies, No Wars Up There"

No galaxies to discover,
There's only the old world in war, again.
The dust, without mills and no millers,
The horror, corruption and meals (only for the most rich.)

The Greeks and the Romans were all right,
For the effort is no longer such 'effort,'
No Golden, Silver, or even Copper Ages,
It's time for Stones, and Walls, all together!

Words with no sense,
Films and mass media,
Sing and then pray: What a good good world!
But it's not all true: 'C'est ne pas comme ça, c'est ne pas comme ci!'
There's no evolution; it's going back in time.

CFL,
Dec 2015.

Poem: "Clowns"

Hated clowns; betrayal!
Bells and false happy snoozes from behind the walls,
Hated, artificial parties; then a long calm.

Desition, rhythm in the clock,
You own the money, you own 'control'.

I must, you must: Obey!
No laws, no rules but to obey,
When your only rule is to do your own way:
To waste time, money and your own sounds,
The use of what you call 'freedom', your shouts,
Ironies, lies and mixed thoughts in a few poor words,
Words that I cannot hear any more!

CFL.
December 2015.

19 Versos al Insulto.

Tu voz aflautada resuena en mi mente,

Tu insulto de nácar parece envolverme,

Se ve que me quieres,

Se nota tu aprecio, Tú sigue así, luciendo espumas,  Seremos tú Benny, yo Hill. Tus dulces palabras lanzadas al viento, A tal distancia, ¡quisiera el cabrero!, Definen tu esencia, que es algo muy frágil,Pues no dejas de ser humano.Descalificas, insultos entre dientes,
Que al final, todos seguimos la vereda:
Mas para irse, mejor es irse amigos; feliz.

Lo haces muy alto y también contra otros,

Te da igual lo que digan, 

Me das mucha pena, ¡qué vida tan falsa!

Tú sigue así, creando ecos, sigue así,

Nacer, crecer, aprender, morir,

Pues nadie se queda aquí...

Diciembre 2015.

¿Nostalgia vs. Realidad? Los Pekenikes.

Las imágenes de vídeos musicales de los sesenta, en blanco y negro, en sepia o en color, inundadas de la nueva nostalgia y de los viejos ecos de una nueva juventud liberal que creía y que creaba por pasión, por amores e ideales.

No sólo aconteció en España e Hispanoamérica, como demuestran vídeos inéditos de países allende las fronteras.

Fue más que la Beat Generation y más que un movimiento cultural, a veces hippie o una moda "pasajera", tal y como dictan los nuevos dictadores anónimos de las normativas y consensos actuales de ahora.

"Juventud no tiene color, ni edad" Los Pekenikes.

El autor.

Cuentos Sin Rumbo: "Noticias Si-Cata"

"Servicios Informativos - Cuatro y Siete de la Tarde-" (SI-CATA-)

Una ola de dignidad recorre los países y regiones de todo el mundo. Diversos colectivos vecinales, asociaciones de animales sin fronteras y Mosquitos Distinguidos Unidos para el No Picar (MUPANOPI) han decidido cambiar el nombre de sus capitales por el de personajes ilustres, que a lo largo de la historia han hecho alguna que otra cosa a favor de otras personas, como, por ejemplo, sacarse una foto con un muñeco sonriendo, comprar la lotería o cualquier cosa que no fuera muy muy egoísta (como sólo estar fumando cigarros puros).

Así, la ciudad de México DF, pasará a llamarse durante unos días Charles Dickens DF (CDDF), aunque algunas comunidades han señalado que esto dará pie a muchas confusiones con respecto a los cedés y DVDs que tienen por casa o en los almacenes.

Otras ciudades y pueblos, como Washington DC, han decidido llamarse Mira Qué Guay (MQGDC), no porque Washington no fuera un presidente de aquellos de antes, de buena compostura, sino sólo por cambiar el nombre unos días.
Sin embargo, no habrá cambios en ciudades con nombres norteamericanos bonitos, como Philadelphia o Charleston, ya que dicen que una es como el queso y la otra, como el baile de hace casi un siglo.
Países de la Conchinchina han decidido, por unanimidad, junto con la Asociación de Curas, Monjas y Budistas de Playas y Compradores de Golosinas Desconocidos (Mezclareligio) abrir una cuenta de monedas de chocolate y dispensar con refrescos variados gratuitos a cualquier persona que deseara bañarse en las bahías de los Mares de Oriente. La idea también ha sido bien acogida en los Montes Apeninos, en Siberia y en La Antártida, donde cientos de personas se han congregado no sin algo de frío, muy cerca del interior, para demostrar su aceptación y buenas intenciones fundando una especie de ciudadela llamada Fridella. Allí, algunos valientes personajes, se han congregado para repartir helados gigantes gratis, paellas también sin pagar nada y bebidas para grandes y pequeños. Los señores y señoras más multimillonarios del mundo ya están haciendo fila y tomando buena nota: piensan hacer un proyecto gigante en los países más pobres y luego en los no tan pobres, para emplear el dinero sobrante en comidas de varios sabores y en licores viscosos. Así, crearán unas cintas infinitas para transportar los envases con esos alimentos a través de desiertos y praderas. Es posible que se empleee la energía solar, ya que no se sabe cómo se moverán tantas cintas a la vez y tan rápido.
En Japón, Ciudad de Tokyo Da Pela, en colaboración con China y junto a la India, en Calcuta con Fruta, piensan en hacer algo parecido pero submarino: tubos al vacío llevarán latas de comida sana  que sobre de este país a cualquiera que se lo pida y, por el camino, le añadirán energía de sabores. Esto es algo en lo que se están empleando horas y mucho esfuerzo por parte de la comunidad científica internacional. Esperemos que estos y otros tantos proyectos se aceleren este mes de diciembre de 2015 y que con la emoción de las fiestas navideñas y no navideñas (Inventalimento Party) se sigan emocionando con nuevas jornadas.

Fin.

In Memoriam

In memoriam.

El amor sin meta: "La Ciencia del Amor".

El amor, esa condición humana sinigual que estamos dejando de lado por otros afanes impuestos, de fuera o de dentro de nuestro ser.
El amor, tantas veces contado, cantado y puesto en entredicho. Ha sido estudiado científicamente, criticado, manipulado y vilipendiado. Mejor me ahorro la introducción y paso directamente al meollo de la cuestión en el siguiente párrafo.


Escuché y vi un programa de ABC Punto Radio, "Pensamiento Positivo", con la intervención de Ramiro Calle y el poeta, su hermano, que dedicó unos versos al amor en positivo.
Nos hizo reír, soñar y repensar en eso que parece tan sabido pero sobre lo que apenas estamos instruidos. No nacemos sabiendo amar, aunque sea natural. Tenemos ideas preconcebidas sobre el 'manido' tema, pero puede mirarse, observarse y verse muy bonito (sic) de la mano y voz de estas grandes personas. Aquí dejo mis apuntes:
-Cristina Serrato: guapa, simpática, amable y con una voz que embellece cada palabra que pronuncia.
- Sergio Fernández: un hombre joven, un gran tipo que intenta ser positivo y lo consigue. Así le va con estos programas, ya se sabe: "El que la sigue, la consigue".
-Ramiro Calle: con los años que tiene y sigue acumulando sabiduría, empatía, ayuda desinteresada y buen humor. Sabe cuentos (de los que nos sirven en la vida) y sigue siendo el mismo de siempre. Eso es un arte, ser un Maestro.
- Miguel Ángel Calle: gran poeta y orador. Versos que parecen ser redactados en el presente.
Se habla de rupturas, de por qué sí o no, de cuándo, de cómo y de por qué. Se razona, se siente y para mí, un concepto nuevo, los cuatro tipos de amor que ya conocía, pero vistos desde Oriente: alegría compartida (siempre muy buena), ecuanimidad, compasión (ver desde el punto de vista del otro y ponerse un momento en su lugar), y amor tal cual. Son las Moradas Divinas o Cuatro Moradas (así lo denominan los budistas y R. Calle.
Compasión, amor, alma, el desapego total y absoluto... Hay herramientas que seguro le serán muy necesarias a muchas personas, no sólo a mí.
Aquí les dejo el enlace y espero que lo disfruten: LA CIENCIA DEL AMOR. Libro homónimo de Ramiro Calle.

Programa Completo de Pensamiento Positivo. ABC Punto Radio.

Poem: Noble North (East Anglia.)

Noble North

East Anglia Landscape View

Noble Northern people of mine,
From two huge Islands; the sea, the trees,
Tradition of words and smiles,
Open spaces, fresh cold air.

Mixed bloods from Europe, entire,
Far from those Roman ruines,
With those fields in Green,
Gentle faces, woods, smokes.

Onced we shared tea, a sandwich,
And then, in the fields we played,
Near the courts, on the grass & sands, some leaves,No matter if we falt down, no hurt,
The sun was smooth, near the beach.


In our bikes, into forest,
Smiling and joking, 'this way,'
The vegetation and the sand; blond sand,
Have you ever seen this? 'That way'
I hadn't seen Nature like that.

Tennis, boats, sounds of past,
And the sea, valuable gold,
You knew how to treat well.

East Anglia Landscape View

Bilateral Relationships between the USA and Spain.

Today I've been watching the interview the King of Spain, Felipe 6th, had with President Mr Obama.
I was waiting to listen for a mistake from the translator, but I remember she was an interpreter as well. I think perhaps she din't want to be very accurate and to avoid hard words about particular country affairs. We all knew what Mr Obama meant with the strong relationship and with the unified Spain, but, at the same time, we understood the ex-Prince Felipe's words of Liberty, admiration, fortune and faith in the future for Europe, the US and all the world.

This time, I thought he actually was an intelligent reasonable man -no matter what I think about my country and other possible regions or federal regions (for giving Catalonia a neutral position in the conversation.) The main theme was there. I think about it most of the time, and we all are conscious about our own situation.We know it's not easy at all to forget our crisis. It's still here. Like Mr Felipe de Borbón remembered at the end, it's about Spain and Europe (for Europe is also part of this.) That was what made me feel he was in our time, not in the past or in an easy-to-imagine future. Mr Felipe knew it was present, up-to-date, an everyday problem (so it is a strong difference compared with his father, his family and the rest of the upper-class people.)

Though the king Felipe thought the translation wasn't very accurate (for he was listening to every word in English and Spanish) he finally didn't say anything about it. It was the media who did so.
Some people is under pressure when working in such kind of important vis-à-vis talkings, and, I think we musn't forget we are all human beings.
Last day, I saw the documental about the book of Lady Diana of Wales (seen by the biographer and by her elder son, now the Prince.) It's hard to be in front of so many microphones, cameras and all kind of devices, so the fact of being able to talk for the press is nothing coward; quite the opposite.
This has nothing to do with politics but with diplomatic relationships.
It was the first time Queen Letizia and King Felipe 6th visited the US like kings.
The King's attitude wasn't like his fathers' and he understood Obama's position. The was too much expectation on this travel, so let it be.

September 11th. (Year 2001.)

I was living in Tenerife on Sept 11th 2001. I shared an apartment with a guy studying sciences.
We shared some books.
I was reading a lot by nights, so I could attend a pair of exams that month, though I didn't finish my career and was forced to come back to Gran Canaria later on.

I remember I had my mobile off. It was one of those tiny colored Alcatel. Easy to handle, with a little antenna and a good SMS service one could use from time to time. 

I had susbscribed to an Spanish News Channel, 'Antena 3 TV,' (from Telefonica, S.A.) and received some news everyday. I was going to give up the channel for there was nothing interesting on it. 

I remember that day, at about 5 or 7 p.m., I turned the mobile on and then I read something like 'The US is attacked by a force of planes by whatever forces.' I inmediately thought it was impossible. It was like a game on the mobile. It was a joke made by the journalists there -I thought-. SMS world was starting to work in Spain. What a joke! Airplanes crashing in New York. An attack?! 

An hour later, I was watching the news very confused. It was breaking news from a few channels on TV. My colleague had cable TV and Internet, though the information wasn't very clear. I had to go to my sister's appartment. There, I watched to the same news, this time from an antenna TV, a Mexican channel I cannot remember. It was the most clear image of the Twin Towers and the planes I had seen. The journalists were impartial, so they didn't say anything about what it was, just some comments on the video. 

Then, I could read some news at my friends' computer. It was unbelievable. The radio on the walkman was talking about the same seriously. The news became different, like most people now know , but terrible uncertain information. It was then when I saw the 'zero zone' and people walking faster and faster. No fire, but a white-grey powder all over them and an earthquake-like movement.

Next day, I bought the newspaper and could read the detailed news. It was true. I remember some people watching a football match that day in a bar nearby. I was sitting around reading quickly and thinking about the future. A man, a Catholic priest, stared at me because I was astonished. I could hear the footbal match aloud. It lasted all day until night. The day after and all the rest of the days it was trending topic.
Nowadays, everything, even our time is sudden and moves faster; too fast, I'd say. Then, news were revised, told with calm and with an independent taste and feeling that today we would love , for we were able to realize about every detail that was told. It was harder, quite hypnoptic, I consider, but when five years had gone, one could realize about events and say: Yes, I remember what I was doing that day, what I thought, how I felt.

Suzi 4, The Rolling Stones and Totalitarism.

Last September, I was looking for some good music to listen to, when I heard something I was fascinated for: What it was?

It sounded like an old group of Rock-n-Roll or "Smooth Heavy". It was a rythmic music and a good voice recorded, but I didn't remember it or I had listened to it when I was a child , so I didn't know anything about that group.

They had a very good and modern way of dressing code that could be 90's or even nowadays if Suzie didn't wear that  metal collars and too much black. The drummer was also up-to-date. 

I thought they had all died. I thought 'perhaps they were famous and sold many LPs once a day,' but it was not true. The singer is still alive and was part of the group "Suzie Quatro." 

She's one of the most famous Rock'n'Roll girls. I didn't know anything, for new styles and years have become old-fashioned.

Suzie, the singer, is alive and still living in England. She recognizes it wasn't easy to have a role as a woman in Rock, but I realize she did it better than expected. Perhaps her family (with a father with a very good taste for Arts and who encouraged all the brothers when they were children to have their opportunity singing and making music was an extra point in her favour.)
I'm very happy with this meeting on the Web (not in time or in presence, but it's like this now.) Suzie Quatro is now one of my favourite modern &classical rock musicians-authors and I love her music.

I was writing this post, but had to turn 'youtube' suddenly off. A friend suggestted me to listen to some punk music and I couldn't stand its sound, so I have changed it to The Rolling Stones, which is a kind group I've heard to but never listened to, with detail, before.

The Rollings had a voice they could be proud of. What will be some new radios & TV (called new) be putting on air right now? I sometimes prefer not to know what the vacuum cleaner called Totalitarism Culture of Emptiness (that thing we can only find in the inner space, thousand kilometres away from the Earth) is broadcasting now. There are other channels, but I must pay and the rent is not fair.
I'll talk about of this very used word called Totalitarism in other posts . Jules Verne, e.g., mentioned it many times, for he had reasons to mention it when his time and environment started to change into a manipulated society he had expected.

Part 4th: Music as an Alter Ars. (Clavichord's Sound)

Recordings and Natural 'sound'.

Right now, I'm listening to a very interesting interview the musician and piano-clavichord player Wim Winters (who is doing  new recordings in AuthenticSound Project) made to Philip Newell, who lives in Vigo, Galicia, Spain.

Mr Newell is said to be one of the best technicians of our times, according to the interviewer, for he made recordings of rock and classical music like Mac Oldfield, Queen or Bernstein, amongst many others. 

Just listening to this video, I'm listening to the sounds they make in English and, for the knowledge I have in that language, I realize the recording is a high quality one: Each vowel, sound pattern and sentence is heard clearly. I'm using my earphones and a common computer like most of you must have, so I think some Digital Remastered pieces should be heard like this way.

When I listen or watch a video, the most important thing for me is not only a good quality image (just a clear one) but a high standard in sound.

We have an infinite numbers of digital microphones, mixers and tools, but sometimes the sound is not perceived the same it sounds. When it's changed for sounding better, the result is worst or not what we expected.

They are now explaining accurately how the sound moves in the air (that is what I have notion about, that is, phonetics-phonology.) 

I have used easy computer sound software for Podcasting, but I cannot remember well all the technical concepts. What I recognize is that nowadays, we have forgotten about 'the clear stereo natural sound' I can listen to here. 

Like Philip Newell underlines, it's something that goes with Art... From my point of view, it's something a music lover realizes listening old vinyls and CDs, or even new videos. One knows when the sound is special or not. 

I'm not fond on sound recording, technics or any of these. I'm just a radio listener and I like this. I realize what they say is trueth; like what I have thought for this last decade. There are many kind of new stuff there, but they do not remain the same. 

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(Teatro) - Lina Morgan.

El reciente óbito de Lina Morgan ha dejado cierto vacío en el panorama del teatro español. Como he leído en ciertos comentarios, si bien no era de una figura destacada en cuanto a físico, sí supo llamar la atención del público de todas las edades y condiciones, sobre todo en su última etapa como cómica, artista de varietés y cantante.

El País. Lina Morgan, Una Vida en Imágenes.

Cultivó un tipo de teatro que en los años 80 y 90 ya estaba en decadencia y lo salvó de que cayese en el olvido. También, en televisión, logró captar la atención de un público también muy variado y combinó series, escenas (como las de Fin de Año) y dio a conocer grandes obras suyas en el teatro La Latina. Todo esto no hubiera sido posible sin su gran alma y corazón, que se nota a larga distancia que querían con locura a su familia, al elenco de artistas que la acompañaban y a su público (fuera el que fuese). Reconozco, aunque no sea crítico de teatro, que no era una actriz especializada, pero sí una actriz buena, de calidad y capaz de hacer ver a determinadas capas o tipos de la sociedad española otras realidades que estaban aconteciendo. No todos los artistas de su edad eran capaces de hacer esto y por ello Lina Morgan seguirá muchos años en la memoria colectiva, al igual que sus compañeros del Cine de los sesenta y setenta. Que descanse en paz, Lina Morgan, actriz, vedette, cantante, pensadora, sastre y gran mujer.

Lina Morgan en "Celeste no es un Color", una de mis obras de teatro favoritas.

Enlace de El País del 20 de agosto de 2015.